I’ve been thinking a lot about dogs lately. I went to Thanksgiving dinner at my sister’s and shared the festivities with her three Dachshunds, my niece’s terrier, and my nephew’s Maltese. As you can imagine, it was akin to a three-ring circus! The house was overflowing with “adult” people — some heated disagreements popped up, undermining that grown-up status — laughing and frolicking children, and, of course, the energetic pooches. I must say that as a “cat person,” I am always a bit envious that dog folks get to leash up their pets and hit the road with their canine companions. Cats don’t operate that way — they equate a trip in an automobile with a scene right out of “The Godfather” movies. (“Hey, Fluffy, get in the car. I promise nothing will happen to you. But, first, let me shove you into this carrier!”) No one ever survived an invitation-only car ride with a Corleone, so I get where feline fears are coming from.